Peculiar Pieces is a series of original score for The Peculiar from Stefan Bachmann.
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This composition is part of the original score for the novel The Peculiar, by Stefan Bachmann.
PECULIAR ART BY THIERRY LAFONTAINE
Peculiar Art is a series of original art for The Peculiar from Thierry LaFontaine.
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THE CABINET OF CURIOSITIES
To read short, creepy stories by Stefan Bachmann, and authors Katherine Catmull, Claire LeGrand, and Emma Trevayne, visit here! These stories, as well as exclusive new ones, will be available as an anthology from Greenwillow / HarperCollins in July 2014, illustrated by Alexander Jannson.
If you'd like to use The Peculiar as part of your class's curriculum, the publisher has put together a discussion guide which can be downloaded here.
Gnome — The gnome is a sharp-toothed faery with gray-green skin, like a rock in the rain. He is by nature a solitary faery, and distinctly unpleasant, with a foul temper and a fouler tongue. He is not well-suited to the sooty streets of London and will do his utmost to be disagreeable to you as if you were personally to blame for all the ills of this world.
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Sidhe — Once, in the Old Country, these faeries were lords and ladies with great halls of their own. Now, locked in England, they have been stripped of their power and have gone into hiding. But they never stopped scheming and hatching plans, and now, slowly, they are re-emerging. John Wednesday Lickerish was recently voted into the House of Lords, whether by magical deception or because he is so wise, no one knows. Sidhe are elegant, spindly, and pale as death. They are also sly and incredibly intelligent, and they hate the English with every bone in their bodies.
Goblin — Goblins are the bread-and-butter of English faerys. They are short and stocky, with rough brown skin like tree-bark. They work hard and have adapted surprisingly well to the faery slums and fuming factories. They can be kind and generous, more so than most other faerys sorts, whose only thought is to play tricks and work mischief.
Changeling — The child of a faery and a human, a changeling is small, sickly, and sharp-faced, and, if his faery-blood is particularly strong, he will have branches growing out of his head instead of hair. He is not expected to live past the age of twelve. Don't get yourself noticed and you won' get yourself hanged, is the changeling's most important rule, but he is often not very good at following it. Half-bloods are forever being hung by the superstitious lower class, or stolen by the faeries who hate them for their ugliness. They spend most of their short lives locked-up and hidden away, and that is how we meet one lonely changeling by the name of Bartholomew Kettle. Bartholomew has not ventured out-of-doors in years. Until one day... one day, he must.
Lamp Faerys — little glowing faeries that are put inside streetlamps to light the way of city-dwellers by night. These faeries are often rude and spiteful, but cheaper than oil and lamp-wicks.
Spryte — Slender and delicate, sprytes have long pale fingers and antlers like a deer. Their quick wits are matched only by their quick hands, and they are infamous throughout England as pickpockets and spies. If you glimpse one during your daily business, you have likely been stolen from without even knowing it.
Fire Spirit — Powerful elemental faeries that have no form, but are only invisible essences which can dart from match to candlestick to fireplace without a sound. A fire spirit was allegedly responsible for the burning of the old Westminster Palace in 1834, though many suspect that is simply anti-faery propaganda.
Troll — a rare thing indeed in England. No one knows how many trolls came from the Old Country when the door opened in Bath, but they did not adapt well. They are too huge, perpetually angry, and need much space and freedom to live. Eyewitness accounts say there are some far in the North, in the wilds of Scotland, but these accounts have not been substantiated. At one point, our hero, Mr Jelliby, meets a blue troll with storm-grey eyes that is working as a sort of cab-service in the faery city of Bath, and he rides the palanquin strapped to its back. But Mr Jelliby is a generally oblivious sort and was certainly unaware of the great beast's rarity at the time.
Pisky — The pisky is a diminutive faery, sometimes with wings, sometimes earth-bound, often with a
small hat sewn of hair and offal tucked behind its ears. Its species is a great nuisance, and piskies are
often swatted like flies. They can be dispatched in this way without any weight upon one's conscience,
as it is generally agreed they have no consciousness to speak of.
Faun — A faery with the legs of a goat and the upper body of a bent little man. According to Old Country lore, they have their origins in a faery queen's curse gone wrong. She swore to a boasting suitor that he would from that day on only be able to bleat as goat. But perhaps she was not very good at magic, because instead of his tongue and voice-box changing, his legs turned into goat’s legs, and all his offspring after him had goat legs, too. However, this is story unfounded and without any scientific basis whatsoever.
Fauns are not common; in general either their goat-half, or their fay-half take over before they mature. But those that have been recorded have a history of malevolence and cunning, and a propensity for magic-working. Now, in England, they keep to themselves and are rarely seen in cities and streets.
Penumbral Sylph — The penumbral sylph is a faery shrouded in mystery. Very little information exists on its species, and few of the great faery chroniclers have included it in their works. The original handwritten manuscript of John Spense’s definitive piece, Encylopaedia Faerye, was thought to contain a description, but those pages were stolen before the book was printed and have never been found. All that we know of the penumbral sylph is from hearsay, whispers, and old wives’ tales. It is said that the sylphs are rare and swift, with black wings many times larger than their bodies, and that they travel in dark packs across the sky. Some claim they have power to spin the very substance on which the world is drawn. Who will ever know. . . ?